These icicles were just so pretty glinting in the sun. I watched them form from little stubs in the morning, to this, about halfway through the day, to about half again as long come the dusk.Beauty is where you find it
Friday, January 09, 2009
Icicles
These icicles were just so pretty glinting in the sun. I watched them form from little stubs in the morning, to this, about halfway through the day, to about half again as long come the dusk.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
The Dreaded East Wind
Ahh, the weather. One would think I would get tired of talking about weather. Half a foot of snow last night, results in knee high drifts. It was the dreaded East Wind this time. Normally the wind is from the west, but occasionally, a tendril of low pressure hammers up into Canada causing the usual frigid Canadian airflow to hook around in behind and freeze the humid southern breeze. The result is a horizontal blast of tiny snowflakes which packs into the engine compartments of cars and drives up under soffits where it will melt when the sun comes out. The East Wind is a beast that gusts and knocks trees over, lifts shingles and drifts snow. The East Wind is a fighter though, mean, nasty and quick...a welterweight that comes in, strikes, and slides back out of reach. It never lasts long, and always eventually gives up fighting against the mild mannered but bone chilling North West Wind. Last night, I brushed off the outdoor hot tub and luxuriated in the steam as the two great fighters stopped to catch their breath. The moon actually came out for a brief apperance, and like the high heeled honey holding the sign announcing the next round in a boxing match, didn't stay nearly long enough. Second round came in about one in the morning, leaving only an inch of snow, and the match to the west wind.
So today will be hours of hammering steel, interspersed with hours of shifting snow.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Village in Lights
Above...a sample of the village in lights. Below, an example of the product this working village creates. Yup, thats real knotted iron. droooolllll. And the gorgeous windsor chairs are made there as well. The carpet is, I believe, made to spec in Montreal. The house, Crysler House, was moved to this site when they flooded the St. Lawrence River to create the St. Lawrence Seaway.
Last night, Alison and Ian drove us to Morrisburg to see the village of lights. Upper Canada Village (an 1867 re-enactment village) throws period re-enactment to the winds, and covers themselves with thousands of christmas lights. The re-enactors are not there of course, school is not "in", the sawmill is silent, but the church was rockin with carolers, and all the buildings were picked out in coloured lights. It was sort of magical.
That combined with a remarkably good meal in Morrisburg made for an excellent evening. The cook wants to do "fine dining", however I am not quite sure what that means. He is Indian, and makes a wonderful tandoori. Thats fine enough for me!
Happy New Year everybody..........
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saint Stephen's Day
By permission, from Gus the Wire Haired Terrier's blog
Good King Wally, he looked out,
On the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Tho' the frost was cruel,
When a poor dog came in sight,
Gath'ring winter fuel."
Hither, Ethel, stand by me,
If thou know'st it, telling,
Yonder canine, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
And his name is Oscar;
Right against the forest fence,
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me flesh, and bring me bones,
Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither.
Walls and Ethel forth they went,
In her master's steps she trod,
Good King Wally, he looked out,
On the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Tho' the frost was cruel,
When a poor dog came in sight,
Gath'ring winter fuel."
Hither, Ethel, stand by me,If thou know'st it, telling,
Yonder canine, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
And his name is Oscar;
Right against the forest fence,
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me flesh, and bring me bones,
Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither.
Walls and Ethel forth they went,Forth they went together;
Thro' the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.
"Wally it is getting dark,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I fear to bark,I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, good my page;
Tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In her master's steps she trod,
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed.
Therefore, all ye dogs, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
These images will enlarge if you click on them. 
The snow covered bird house.
snow pushed up against the house to cut the draughts. In the distance you can see the bulldozed snow from the school parking lot.
The pretty church next door. This is the view from my living room window. Nice.
Home sweet home. I really MUST repaint that trim...it looks terribly unkempt.
The snow covered bird house.
snow pushed up against the house to cut the draughts. In the distance you can see the bulldozed snow from the school parking lot.
The pretty church next door. This is the view from my living room window. Nice.
Home sweet home. I really MUST repaint that trim...it looks terribly unkempt.Sunday, December 21, 2008
The Longest Day, the Shortest Day
Yesterday, Tanya gave her husband the ultimate fortieth birthday present...a string of interesting things that all became part of a quest. He is a Dungeon and Dragons gamer, and a great lover of fantasy swordsmanship and so forth. She had been planning these quests for quite a while now, and back in September, she asked me if I could give a little lecture on how to fight with swords. In two hours. As part of a quest.
I reminded her that my art is a real art. And that it will take more than two hours to actually learn how to do this for real. But after I thought about it for a bit, I decided that it "might" be possible to get a few things into their skulls, and provide a memorable day.
And I am sure it was. They showed up, tired, hung over, after spending an evening in the Ottawa jail, and a couple of hours at a local reptile zoo (learning charisma and snake handling), then they became mine for two hours. It was great. They will never become swordsmen after only two hours, or even after ten. But, they had an excellent time. They learned a couple of strikes, a couple of blocks and parries, how to salute, and they got to try on some chain maille, and a full size suit of plate armour. That alone would have been memorable, but I added in a half hour of accuracy training (cut the pumpkins with the sword. The seeds go flying. The crowd goes wild.
It finished up with me knighting them, giving them their "knightly buffet" (a more or less gentle slap in the face...mostly less), their commissions (actually clues to move onto the next part of their quest...a food quest I believe) and they wandered off, no doubt wondering about my sanity for doing this for a living.
I reminded her that my art is a real art. And that it will take more than two hours to actually learn how to do this for real. But after I thought about it for a bit, I decided that it "might" be possible to get a few things into their skulls, and provide a memorable day.
And I am sure it was. They showed up, tired, hung over, after spending an evening in the Ottawa jail, and a couple of hours at a local reptile zoo (learning charisma and snake handling), then they became mine for two hours. It was great. They will never become swordsmen after only two hours, or even after ten. But, they had an excellent time. They learned a couple of strikes, a couple of blocks and parries, how to salute, and they got to try on some chain maille, and a full size suit of plate armour. That alone would have been memorable, but I added in a half hour of accuracy training (cut the pumpkins with the sword. The seeds go flying. The crowd goes wild.
It finished up with me knighting them, giving them their "knightly buffet" (a more or less gentle slap in the face...mostly less), their commissions (actually clues to move onto the next part of their quest...a food quest I believe) and they wandered off, no doubt wondering about my sanity for doing this for a living.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Thursday toons.
click to enlarge, giggle, and then head over to my other blog...http://southtowerarmouringguild.blogspot.com/ where I chat about research on (what else) armour making.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Hangovers...
My old blogging buddy Old Horsetail Snake told me about going for a beer. Or two.
Say you're going to have one beer. Then in turns into a couple of beers, then a six-pack and soon enough, a cascade of beer. You don't know what hit you, but the next day it turns into a
One-Star Hangover
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are parched. You can drink 5 Cokes and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak and fries. Unless, of course, it's a
Two-Star Hangover
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only enhancing the rumbling of your gut, which is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3 a.m. Waffle House excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels. You sure hope it isn't a
Three-Star Hangover
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You definiely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the peppermint schnapps your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke -- yet you haven't peed once. It's looking more and more like a
Four-Star Hangover
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you shaved only one side of your face. Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your butt is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five dumps you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom. No, it isn't a four-star job; it is easily becoming a
Five-Star Hangover
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. Your body has lost the ability to generate spit so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was who had passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to take another dump results in a fire-hose-like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare floater thrown in. The sole purpose of this floater seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your buns. But all this helps you add to your list of
Things Impossible to Say When You're Drunk
1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
2. Nope, no more booze for me.
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.
4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?
5. Oh, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.
6. Sorry I'm being such a jackass
Say you're going to have one beer. Then in turns into a couple of beers, then a six-pack and soon enough, a cascade of beer. You don't know what hit you, but the next day it turns into a
One-Star Hangover
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are parched. You can drink 5 Cokes and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak and fries. Unless, of course, it's a
Two-Star Hangover
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only enhancing the rumbling of your gut, which is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3 a.m. Waffle House excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels. You sure hope it isn't a
Three-Star Hangover
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You definiely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the peppermint schnapps your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke -- yet you haven't peed once. It's looking more and more like a
Four-Star Hangover
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you shaved only one side of your face. Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your butt is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five dumps you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom. No, it isn't a four-star job; it is easily becoming a
Five-Star Hangover
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. Your body has lost the ability to generate spit so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was who had passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to take another dump results in a fire-hose-like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare floater thrown in. The sole purpose of this floater seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your buns. But all this helps you add to your list of
Things Impossible to Say When You're Drunk
1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
2. Nope, no more booze for me.
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.
4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?
5. Oh, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.
6. Sorry I'm being such a jackass
Monday morning blues
Just got back from Toronto...10 hours driving to deliver some swords to a production company. Not making much money on this project, but it is kind of nice to see the people who are receiving the stuff. It should be interesting to see the eventual result. Nice way to spend a Sunday. There seem to be a lot of rest stops which are closed and undergoing renovation.
It has, for some reason, gone way above freezing around here. The foot or so of snow we had is melting like crazy. Water everywhere. Its kind of cute watching the high school kids soaking their feet in the puddles. Only the guys though....the girls are all wearing boots, and don't have the problem the "cool" guys have. High school boys....proof of serial evolution.
This "warm weather" will only be for one day...I understand that Ottawa is going to become a skating rink tonight. The sump pump is cycling on and off pretty regularly. Thats a good sign.
And Brenda is trying to figure out how to create PDF files. Hmmm. Brenda on computer. I think I'll just step away from the work station and go into the shop before the fireworks start.
It has, for some reason, gone way above freezing around here. The foot or so of snow we had is melting like crazy. Water everywhere. Its kind of cute watching the high school kids soaking their feet in the puddles. Only the guys though....the girls are all wearing boots, and don't have the problem the "cool" guys have. High school boys....proof of serial evolution.
This "warm weather" will only be for one day...I understand that Ottawa is going to become a skating rink tonight. The sump pump is cycling on and off pretty regularly. Thats a good sign.
And Brenda is trying to figure out how to create PDF files. Hmmm. Brenda on computer. I think I'll just step away from the work station and go into the shop before the fireworks start.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Kuul inventions
I have been busy making armour....you can see a representative selection of it on my other blog...http://southtowerarmouringguild.blogspot.com/ And that pretty much describes what I have been doing for 12 hours a day this week! Hope I can get it all done before Christmas. Well, that and surfing the web looking for new and interesting Christmas Gift Ideas! I have put up a sampling here...maybe some more tomorrow.
It should be interesting this week...there is a transit strike, and more than one of my wonderful friends is stuck for a way to get to and from work. Oh maan....that is only one drawback to the use of public transit! It means that there has to be some inventive ways to get around.
Of course, when not traveling, a cup of tea might be in order. Above is a toaster which also brews up a nice cup of tea.
And who can not relate to singing in the shower!
I am sure I have seen these for sale at my local dollar store!
Above is a double pourer. I am not quite sure why this is so cool. But it IS!
This just misses the boat. Mind you, I know lots of people that like a nice firm mattress. I don't think four corner posts replaces a box spring. Of course, it would be a lot lighter and easier to move.
It should be interesting this week...there is a transit strike, and more than one of my wonderful friends is stuck for a way to get to and from work. Oh maan....that is only one drawback to the use of public transit! It means that there has to be some inventive ways to get around.
Of course, when not traveling, a cup of tea might be in order. Above is a toaster which also brews up a nice cup of tea.
And who can not relate to singing in the shower!
I am sure I have seen these for sale at my local dollar store!
Above is a double pourer. I am not quite sure why this is so cool. But it IS!
This just misses the boat. Mind you, I know lots of people that like a nice firm mattress. I don't think four corner posts replaces a box spring. Of course, it would be a lot lighter and easier to move.
Well, time to get back into my shop. Try to get some nice pics of all the armour which has been flowing out from under my hammer this week.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
December!
The fall is when it is busiest around the Armoury....there is the harvest to bring in, windows to seal up. Screen doors to dismount and put away. This fall has been crazier than usual...there was no harvest since the feral rabbits around here cleared my garden. But the usual fall pumping of the septic tank uncovered a problem. A week of digging found the flattened pipe, and another week of digging uncovered several plugged runs. It wouldn't have been so bad but the cold was coming in fast. It was a case of being able to spade through the grass in the morning, and needing a pick by evening. I really wore myself out....and picked up the flue as a result. Well, no need for flue shots for me! Now, three weeks later, the larangytis is still keeping me whispering. And coughing.
I did get to the ballet last Thursday....and I found a place where I could cough without disturbing anybody. I have always wanted to see The Nutcracker", and the Royal Winnipeg Ballet did a fine job. This was classical ballet....not really my thing, but dammit, I never got to see it when I was a kid, and now was my chance. I'm glad I did. Now I can strike that one off my list! The music was good, and the girls were pretty. Brenda liked the men in tights, which makes her happy (and by extension, me happy).
I scored a nice job....to supply the swords for the "Rob Roy" Musical which is starting up in Toronto. All good looking, battle ready swords, not making much on the job, but very prestigious. I'll serialize them, and maybe polish up a couple of hilts to see how they look. And the local highland regiment dropped in (well, not the WHOLE regiment) to see how a nickel plating of their cap badges would look. They liked my sample, and so they are going to bring a hundred in. Looking forward to that job...not! Lots of buffing with masks and goggles. At least the electro plating is safe and quick. I'll try to show off some of that job on my "South Tower" blog.
Since I have been sick, I am not attending any of the parties and fetes which abound at this time of year. Not fair to expose people to my flue! So I have been spending most of my time in the shop, building armour. Lots to do....lots of orders. Got to love it!
We have decided to not have a wild and crazy party this new years eve. Oh well...perhaps one of my friends who reads this blog can suggest an alternate venue.
Oh, and the picture at the top...well, that was a little photoshop that Brenda's brother did a couple of years ago. I don't think I look too bad in horns....grin!
Friday, December 05, 2008
Samurai Dogs
The well turned out Samurai Dog is a master of Bushido. (photo courtesy of http://theothersideofamzar.blogspot.com/
First of all, you have to just piss on all the distractions of modern life.
Be prepared to boldly go where nobody else dares.
Stay hydrated
And have a helluva attitude. Tuesday, December 02, 2008
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